by Billy Miner
In the middle, there was a wheel with all ten numbers on it. The numbers above it were:
2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, and 19. After that, there was an “X.”
“Obviously, those are the prime numbers,” he said. “Prime numbers can only be divided by 1 and by themselves. Yes, these are prime numbers, since number 4 can be divided by 2, and 6 can be divided by 2 and 3… what else? How is 19 a prime number? Oh yeah, of course…”
He went on for a while in his mathematical thinking pattern until he concluded, “The last number should be 23, because that is the next prime number. So ‘X’ has to be 23. Now, what does that refer to? Maybe spin the wheel 23 times, or spin it from the 2 to the 3. Let’s find out… wait, so what do the letters stand for then? ‘DSDDSSDSSD’? That makes no sense whatsoever. Well, the ‘D’ could be the opposite of what the ‘S’ stands for. And the Latin word for ‘right’ is ‘dextro’ and the word for ‘left’ is ‘sinistro’ so maybe that’s how I am supposed to spin the wheel. Back and forth from the 2 to the 3 and back? But where do I start? Perhaps the… ”
Then Sander saw it. It took him an hour to come up with all those solutions, but eventually, he thought he had it all figured out. He stepped back and saw the giant symbol.
“At first I thought it was two swirls, or just the symbol for eternity,” he said. “But now, I think it may be an eight. Okay, I will start at eight and spin the wheel back and forth between the 2 and 3, first to the right and then to the left, then twice to the right, etcetera. Maybe this will do the trick.”
As he kept mumbling what he was going to, Sander started doing exactly that. It didn’t work. How was that possible? Did he misread the symbols? At first, he wasn’t sure. He sat down and pondered the mistakes he could have made. He looked at the vault. The wheel was pretty high for a vault. You would think it would be more in the middle, but slightly lower, not slightly higher. Why did he have to step on a crate to reach it if it was right side up?
“It’s upside down,” he said out loud. “But wait, then why are all the numbers right side up?”
It didn’t make any sense. Perhaps the creators just did that to make it even harder to decipher. Either way, it was worth a shot, so Sander tried it. He turned the wheel exactly the opposite way of what it said on the vault and…
The vault opened up.
“Woohoo!” he said as he opened it.
There it was… the treasure. It was a giant, golden chest with a lock on it. Sander decided to close the vault halfway but get the commander before anything would happen to it.
“Wow!” the commander said when he saw the chest. “I expected a treasure, but never this big. Who knows what could be inside? Let’s take it to the palace.”
And so they did. The treasure chest was full with coins. It was a financial benefit to the whole kingdom. The king congratulated Sander and thanked him for his large contribution.
“You can expect your reward to be rather large,” he assured him.
“Awesome,” Lucius said, putting his arm around Sander and taking him to the training grounds. “Get your sleep now. You will need your rest for tomorrow’s test.”
Test 6: Courage
Sander woke up with a jolt as if he knew something bad was going to happen. He sat up and looked around him, realizing it was just a hunch of some kind.
“Everything will be okay,” he told himself.
He went to the training grounds, where he found his commander.
“Sander, all the knights here in the castle are proud of what you accomplished so far, but to become a true Knight of Honor, you have to take risks.”
Sander didn’t like the sound of that. He wasn’t sure where this was going.
“Would you risk your life for the safety of others?” Lucius asked.
“Of course,” Sander said.
“Then listen to me and accept this final test, which will be a test of your courage.”
“I’m listening,” Sander said.
“Very well. I will get right to it then. The country has been afflicted by an extremely dangerous lion. Normally, lions are threatening predators by themselves, but this one has killed many civilians. It’s almost like it just kills for sport, not caring whether or to eat its victims. You must kill that lion, Sander. You will secure the lives of so many people in this city. Are you willing to do this?”
“Yes, Sir,” Sander said obediently.
“Then I will show you where to find it. It resides in the mountains, and you will have to go there with the weapons of your choice to kill it.”
“I always preferred to swords over one, Sir,” Sander said.
“Ah, oh… okay. Those will be your weapons then,” Lucius said.
A half hour later, Sander took his backpack and his two swords. The blades were a little damaged, but they were good enough to do the trick. Sander headed towards the mountains.
It started to rain… a lot.
“Great,” Sander said, feeling the water soak him through all the way to his underwear.
“Oh well, I needed a bath anyway,” he said eventually.
Suddenly, he heard a growl. He held his swords ready to face the lion. It was dark because of the clouds, and the rain decreased visibility.
Another growl, this time closer. Sander turned around… and around… he wasn’t sure where the sound was coming from but he was going to stay alert until the monstrous lion would appear.
Out of nowhere, or so it seemed, the lion jumped on Sander, holding him down to the ground and causing him to let go of his swords. The lion’s mouth was above Sander’s face, trying to bite his head off but not succeeding. Sander held the lion’s mouth at a distance by holding its throat. He glanced over to the side and saw both his weapons in the mud.
“If only I had three arms,” he thought as he came up with the idea of holding the lion while grabbing a sword with the other hand. It didn’t work though, because he needed both his hands.
Eventually, another idea came to mind and Sander kneed the lion in the ribs, making it fall down next to him. As quickly as he could, Sander jumped to the swords and picked them up. The lion got up as well, drooling and gnashing its fangs at Sander.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he asked.
With that, the lion stormed at him with his claws forward, jumping through the air and trying to land his nails in Sander’s face. Instead, Sander pointed his sword up and stabbed the lion through the heart.
The lion died instantly, but Sander was underneath it, so it took a few intense seconds to get from underneath the dead lion.
“This lion won’t harm anyone ever again,” he said, panting because of the adrenaline rush he had felt.
“I better go home and take off these wet clothes now, but first, I will report to the commander.”
Honor
This was it. The final test had been passed. Sander was extremely proud of himself, although the difficulty of the tests had humbled him at the same time. He entered the barn in which the other knights trained after Lucius repeated the password to get inside.
As soon as they went inside, they were welcomed by a loud applause.
“Louder, men!” Lucius commanded. The other knight cheered and whistled and clapped as loud as they could.
Lucius pointed at an armor set in the corner of the barn.
“It’s all yours,” he said with a smile. “You deserve it.”
Sander walked to the armor and stroked the pure metal with his hand, appreciating the splendor of the red and silver colors of it. The sword looked brand new and sophisticated. Patterns with honorable and noble symbols were portrayed on the shield. But no matter how beautiful it all was, he insisted on taking both swords he saw.
“Go ahead,” Lucius said.
“Thank you, Sir. I prefer two swords instead of a shield.”
Excitedly, he picked up the other sword as well and swung them both in the air, feeling like a little kid again.
This was the best day of his life!
> He was a true hero.
Sander felt a sense of relief that it was over, but he also felt he still had a lot to do. Passing all these tests made him an official Knight of Honor, but he realized that he struggled with many of his own weaknesses. The tests tried him, and he knew there was more to overcome, more to conquer and develop in life.
“And so… life goes on and we become better and better, always progressing,” he thought.
THE END
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Minecraft Potions
The 3 Minecraft Potions Diary
By Billy Miner
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Contents:
Introduction
Magic Formulas
Books, Books, and More Books
Chemistry
Potion 1: Invisibility
Potion 2: Transformation
Potion 3: Teleportation
The Exam
Introduction
Wouldn’t it be fun to have a magic potion that could grant your wishes and would give you superpowers beyond your imagination?
Find out about Gabe, a boy who went to the magic school in the City of Miners, with wizards, druids, and mages to compete with, but who exceeded everyone’s expectations by coming up with the ultimate formulas!
Keep reading and you’ll discover how an ordinary boy gained people’s respect by using his brains.
Magic Formulas
I didn’t consider myself the smartest boy in town at first… that is… until after the final exams. Let me tell you how this all came to be. This is what I wrote in my diary to keep track of the process.
My name is Gabe. I am twelve years old, but people tell me I act above my age. I don’t know why exactly, but I don’t care. I accept it as a compliment.
We live in a medieval city called the “City of Miners.” The city is huge! Statistics show that over ten million people live here. As far as the eye can see, there are houses.
Houses.
Houses.
And more houses.
Some neighborhoods are full with combined houses, some kind of duplex or triplex buildings that are inhabited by several families.
I am the middle child. I live with my two sisters and three brothers. My parents are pretty poor. Not to the extreme, but just a little on the lower end of society… but when I started getting my hands on books, they saw the potential and were willing to invest into my future.
They sent me to a school program to become a sorcerer or wizard of some sort. The wizards and druids in this city earn the highest respect from the commoners. They heal, they provide solutions for problems, and they share their wisdom by telling people what to do. Some of them predict the future, but I don’t believe in that stuff. Logic is the most important value to me. Anything explicable is worth reading about.
I read tons of books. I read about history, geography, and math. I have learned a couple languages next to my native language. It all intrigues me.
Some time ago, I came across a magic formula book. It had spells and mathematical calculations and problems. It was the best book I ever read, or so I thought. Later I discovered more books on the topic and found out this book could even be topped. I had found my passion.
The first day of school, I arrived and dropped my bag. Some students were laughing, but I don’t think I was the first kid who did that, so it wasn’t a big deal.
“Hi, what’s your name?” another boy asked.
“Gabe, and yours?”
“My name is Matthew. I love chemistry and formulas and math. You?”
“Same,” I said. “I think we can really invent new things with this.”
“Attention, children,” a loud voice said. “I am your teacher. My name is Mr. Snicklewickle.”
All the boys and girls were laughing.
“Heeheee… haahahah!”
“What’s so funny?” he asked with a stern voice.
Everyone stopped immediately, intimidated by his serious facial expression.
“Listen, little smarty pants. I know your parents might think you’re smart, but in this class you have no honor yet. You have everything to prove and nothing to lose. We take pride in our students’ accomplishments, and we push you to your limits. That’s why I am going to start by challenging you with this upcoming test.”
The joke was over. The teacher with the funny name just said the T-word. Nobody liked tests, and suddenly the entire atmosphere in the class changed. Competition was unleashed; the battle had started.
“You will have two weeks to invent a potion the city can do something with. Other cities are winning prizes for best inventions and best success this or that… This is unacceptable. As your city’s so-called brightest students, I expect you to boost the reputation by coming up with something nobody has ever achieved. Study your heart out and experiment with formulas.”
His face appeared a little friendlier.
“In order to do this, the school and I have decided to give you the full benefits of our program. This means all the school chemistry supplies are available for you. The lab has a large inventory of substances, fluids, and potions already. Use them, as well as the library in the back of the school. The ancient wisdom of the past can inspire you to shape our future.”
He thought for a moment.
“No. That was it. Now get to it. I will be here to answer any questions you may have.”
One girl raised her hand.
“Yes, Anita, right? Do you have a question?”
“May I go to the bathroom?”
“Only if you can make it explode,” Mr. Snicklewickle said with a serious face.
The girl looked confused and was dumbfounded.
Then the teacher smiled and said, “I am just kidding. You may go. You don’t have to ask anyway. I expect you to create and be inventive, not just follow a few simple rules. Go wherever you need to. It’s all about the results to me.”
“So I don’t have to explode the to
ilet?” the girl asked.
“Of course not.”
This teacher seemed strict at first, but apparently, he had a sense of humor, and I liked that about him. He was persistent and focused on results. I liked that about him too. It was as if he had seen so much stupidity in the city that he was almost desperate to make a difference.
This is how it started. We got a challenge and a deadline to do something. I was determined to accomplish something. And to the library I went.
Books, Books, and More Books
Matthew followed me there.
“What are you thinking of creating?” he asked.
“I am not sure yet,” I said. “Do you have any ideas?”
“Perhaps I can make humans fly,” he said enthusiastically.
That seemed pretty difficult, to defy the laws of gravity. Although it wouldn’t be impossible maybe. Magic had been part of this world for so long that there were daily miracles wrought by many. But the real breakthrough was yet to be made.
I opened the doors of the library. They were heavy. Matthew opened one side and I opened the other side. We entered the room with hundreds of books and stared at it for a while.
Where to begin? There was so much!
“Shouldn’t we just try out some chemical combinations?” Matthew asked.
“No,” I said. “I think it’s better to study first, so that we know what we’re doing.”
“Makes sense.”
We split up. I went to different sections and emptied out a couple shelves, piling up dozens of books to flip through to find what I should be looking for.
Telepathy, invincibility, shooting fire, shaping water… there were so many ideas about superpowers in these books. But some of them seemed hard to create and others looked pointless. What was the purpose of levitating ants in the first place? I thought of the idiot wizard who put that in here, realizing that not all of them were intelligent enough to figure out a practical application to the formulas they wrote.